#Jason Dean fluff

[carlisles-girl]

could you do jason dean dating a reader who’s shorter than him? fem or gender neutral is fine! :3

a/n: this one got a little spicy my apologies but hope you enjoy <3

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Jason Dean Dating Someone Who’s Shorter Than Him (Headcannons)

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I feel like JD would love to date someone shorter than him, though I don’t think he’d have a preference either way.

But if you’re shorter than him, it definitely would give him a feeling of power over you.

He’d definitely be a bit more demanding and demeaning.

He’d never seriously make fun of your appearance or things you can’t control.

But he’d obviously do it as a joke.

JD loves how his jacket would be bigger on you than it is on him.

“You look like 2 kids stacked under there.”

“Shut up.”

Loves loves loves when you ask him for help reaching something.

“Need help there, munchkin?”

“Yes please, but don’t ever call me that again.”

He doesn’t stop calling you that.

It’s his favourite pet name for you, besides darling, of course.

Doesn’t matter if you’re an inch shorter than him or multiple, he’ll still call you munchkin.

“We should get a munchkin cat, maybe it’s your long lost cousin or something.”

“Oh shove it, JD.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

“…”

“You weren’t this quiet last night either.”

“Get a job.”

Loves holding your hands during sex.

Like, above your head, pinned on the mattress type of holding hands.

During motorcycle rides, he tells you to hold on tight so you don’t fly away like a napkin.

“Coulda used a napkin last night, couldn’t ya?”

“What, for your face?”

“I can’t win.”

Loves tickling you because he knows you can’t get away.

But also because he likes the power he has over you since he knows you can’t get away.

“Bro, stop, please, I’m gonna piss my pants.”

“….Did you just call me bro?”

Hates when you call him bro or dude or anything of the sort.

It means you see him as your equal, and he doesn’t really like that.

He’s already got the height-power-thing against you, why do you see him as an equal and not above you?

Will probably ignore you for awhile just so you can apologize to him, wearing his shirt or sweater that almost completely drowns you out.

Again, the power thing.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“…Calling you bro?”

“Okay.”

Probably won’t apologize to you though if he calls you something you don’t like.

Unless you’re really upset by it.

“…Sorry.”

Make-up sex goes crazy after things like this.

Definitely not into you being dominant at all, but if you really wanted to, he’d let you ride him but only if he gets to guide your hips.

Bro’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

He’d make sure you finish though, no doubt.

Loves the cuddles after where he gets to hold you.

You, in his shirt after a warm shower where he washed you and your hair, and he gets to cuddle?

No hesitation he says yes.

Loves to hold things above your head like those loser guys in the halls at school.

But he only does it so he can hear your ‘I love you’ after with a kiss.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[youaintnothinbuta]

I ACTUALLY LOVE YOUR J.D X READERS!! I FOUND THEM THE OTHER DAY AND I CANNOT GET OVER THEM. SO CAN I GET A JD x FEM!READER BUT SHES LIKE SUPER OBLIVIOUS. AND J.D GETS FRUSTRATED BECAUSE WE KNOW HIM AND JUST CHAOS ENSUES BECAUSE HE THINKS THERES SOMEONE HE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT AND THATS WHY SHES NOT RESPONDING TO HIS FLIRTING.

I really hope you love this as much as I do!!

“Are you that oblivious? Really?” Jason Dean x reader

Summary: See request

Pairing: Jd x fem!reader

Word count: 744

Warnings: fluff! Some swearing though. Also probably typos you know me <3

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You’d gone out to a party with the heathers one night, unfortunately this party wasn’t exactly smooth sailing (not that any of them really were) and you ended up at Jd’s house, not wanting to face your parent’s impending scolding for coming home so late.

“Jd.” You mumbled his name as you stumbled through his window. Didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sober and his room wasn’t exactly lit.

“Y/N? What the fuck?” He was startled at someone entering his room.

“I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. Is your dad home?” You asked, trying to manage your way through his bedroom.

“Probably not.” He muttered, his irritation palpable.

You felt your way around, sitting down on his desk, looking towards what you could only assume was the direction of his bed.

“What do you want Y/N?” He stood up and flicked his light on.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, nonchalantly.

Wow. The audacity of you.

That question was beyond frustrating for him, to the point where his frustration was beginning to boil over. He gave you a blank stare, mixed with confusion and anger, half expecting you to take it back.

“No— Ye— I don’t know!” Jd exclaimed, his voice edged with exasperation. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning his back against his door in vexation.

You sat there, bewildered at his sudden change in energy, “what?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to regain his composure. “Just tell me, Y/N, is there someone?”

“What, someone? What?” You were utterly confused by the direction of this conversation.

“God, Y/N, do I have to spell it out for you? Are you with someone? Is there a guy you are seeing?”

“What the fuck? No! Where’d you get that idea from?”

“Because! I practically laid out a red carpet for you! And I got nothing! Are you that oblivious, really?” He began making his way over to you.

You furrowed your brow, still clueless about what was happening. “Jd, I’m kinda tipsy and confused. What’s happening? Why are you getting so upset?”

“I’ve been practically waving a flag in your face begging for a chance and you refuse to acknowledge it! And you have the nerve to come in here and ask me if I’m mad at you? So, yeah, actually, I am pretty upset.” He ranted as he stood in front of you.

Your eyes widened in shock as realisation slowly dawned on you. “You’ve been asking me out?”

Jd let out a frustrated groan. “Yes, Y/N, God, have I been.”

You bit your lip, now feeling a little guilty, seeing how much you were unknowingly hurting his feelings.

“I had no idea, Jd, really. I didn’t think you were interested in me that way.”

He sighed, his anger beginning to subside, now that he’d aired everything out. “Well I am, and now you know. It’s been driving me crazy.”

You reached out to him, placing a hand on his arm. “I promise, I never meant to ignore you. I just didn’t realise what was happening.”

He sighed, looking at you looking at him, “If I asked you right now if you’d want to—“

You silenced him with a lingering, passionate kiss, your fingers bunching his shirt together to let him know you really meant it. His body gravitated closer to yours, you were seated on the edge of his desk, your knees making space for his body, your proximity making his heart race. When the kiss finally broke, he pulled away slightly, his intense gaze fixed upon you, and a playful yet intrigued eyebrow raised in question.

“I want to.” You affirmed with a decisive nod, your heart racing as you felt a gentleness in his energy as he stood so close to you.

He stepped away, the two of you both slightly pink in the cheeks as you mentally acknowledged what just happened.

“Did you need me to take you home?” He asked.

Your shook your head, Jd’s lips parted in a small ‘ah’ as he realised what you wanted, no need for you to ask. He pointed with his head in the direction of his bed to say ‘yes you can stay with me’. A smile played on your lips as you accepted the unspoken invitation, and you crawled onto his bed, settling in comfortably.

With a flick of the switch, the room descended into darkness, and he joined you, laying by your side.

[florasheart]

I DON’T WANT SMUT I WANT FLUFF OR SOME GOOD ASS ANGST GOD DAMN IT

[m3ntally-unstable]

Why is it that everytime I search for a certain thing I GET THE OPPOSITE. I SEARCHED FOR ANGST NOT SMUT, I WANT ANGST. I AKSED FOR SMUT NOT FUCKING FLUFF AND SHIT 😡😡😡😡 please update your system tumblr I beg of you

[jvsont0dd]

Jason Todd dies so often that he might as well be a Winchester

[artyandink]

You should definitely do an imagine of Jensen's characters reacting to stretch marks!! I need that 😜😔

nature’s beauty

SUMMARY: You have stretch marks. How would the boys react to that?

TW: Body image, issues with stretch marks— but they’re normal girlies, I have them too, Jensen’s characters being normal about it cause yeah, mild angst, mild smut, mentions of sex, making out, spice

SONG INSPO: Golden Hour by JVKE, Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara

DEAN WINCHESTER

Dean kissed down your body, undoing your jeans and pushing them down. He had you on your back in his bed, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he marked your skin like the possessive son of a bitch he was, taking your panties with them. “Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous.”

Dean was the type of guy to hit on every girl he saw, but that’s cause he found them beautiful. Shape or size. Then he met you, and he kept coming back for more and eventually made you his girlfriend after being a charming son of a bitch instead. He normally kissed every dip and curve he found, but today, you pressed your thighs together.

Not in a sexy way. You’d closed your legs. That was a problem— were you ok? You weren’t hurt, right? Or maybe you were on your period, but he didn’t see a pad on your panties and your cycle would be coming way too early— better to ask you.

“You ok, sweetheart?” Dean asked you, lifting his head up and sitting back on his heels, and you were turned on by the sight of his freckled, muscled upper body but also scared he’d get turned off by seeing the stretch marks that had appeared on your stomach and upper thighs. Well, not so much appeared, but you figured you lost some weight.

You nodded, trying to not look at the very obvious stretch marks and play your crippling insecurity off at the same time. “Yeah, I’m good.”

But Dean’s eyes followed yours, and they landed on the stretch marks, and his thumbs immediately moved to trace them. “Darlin’, you can’t seriously think I’m gonna mind these.” Then he saw the embarrassed look on your face, and he kissed down your stretch marks, which surprised you. “God, I love ‘em. It’s nature, baby. Shows you’re a damn beautiful woman with damn beautiful normal things. And guess what?”

He climbed back up until your face was level with his, and he gave you a kiss that blew your mind, took your breath away. “You’ve earned yourself a first class, five star worshipping.”

Your eyes widened, knowing what that meant. “Wait, Dean—”

Your legs went over his shoulders, a wicked grin on his face. “Can’t have my gorgeous girl feelin’ insecure, hm? So you’re gonna feel good. All. Night. Long.”

BEN

You’d just come off the effects of giving birth, and man, when Ben realised that one, you had his kid and two, you were ready to get fucked into oblivion again, he was ecstatic. You’d had a baby girl, Austin, named after the city (“Austin? What the fuck kinda name is— wait, that’s actually perfect.”) and she quickly became a daddy’s girl, as Ben promised you she would as soon as he held the baby in his gigantic hands.

But then there came the problem of stretch marks.

Your belly had, in your words, ‘deflated’, but now you were left with the horror of stretch marks, which kind of made you think. What would Ben say? He loved his women ripe and pretty and perfect, what would he say if he saw those marks on your skin?

You found out when you were standing shirtless in your bedroom, inspecting the marks when Ben stepped in, and his libido fired up the moment he saw you standing with only your bra on. That’d be torn off in a few moments, he was sure.

“Hello, sexy mama.” He grinned wolfishly, stepping behind you, dropping his lips to your neck as his hands rubbed over the stomach that held his kid. “Don’t know about you, but I’m lookin’ to pamper my gorgeous wife and the mother of my kid. Gonna make you come so many times, I swear to God.”

But when you stopped his hand from going down the front of your pants, he raised his eyebrows. Not the time? Or… did someone hurt you?

“Sweetcheeks, did something happen?” He asked, his brow now furrowing. Ben was an impatient man. “I swear, baby girl, you tell the name of the motherfucker who hurt you and I’ll-”

“You don’t see them?” You asked in confusion, and his eyes travelled around the room and then back to you in mirrored emotion. See what? What the fuck was he supposed to see?

Ben chuckled, cupping your cheek. “Did you get into my weed? Are you high, gorgeous?”

“No, I’m not high.” You smiled despite yourself, and gestured down to your stomach, rubbing over the marks. “These. You don’t… see them? You don’t care?”

Ben scoffed, his hand resting over yours to stop them from moving. “Why the fuck should I care when this is proof that you carried our kid? Shit, darlin’, you did that for nine months. If anything, that’s a mark of a damn strong woman, and that? It turns me on. Gets me going.” A kiss to your neck. “Gets me rock hard.” Another kiss, pressing himself fully against your back so you could feel it. “Ain’t no life in which you won’t turn me on, babydoll.”

It brought a smile to your face.

“Now, you’re gonna sit pretty, and I’m gonna fuck this crap out of that gorgeous little head’a yours.”

Shit.

BEAU ARLEN

“H-Hey, Beau, c’mon, that tickles!” You were lying on your back on the bed, your shirt pushed up while Beau kissed over your stretch marks, beard tickling your skin while his hands held your hips in place.

But the Texan cowboy looked up with a shit-eating grin, pressing another kiss to another mark. “You’re the one who felt insecure about this, darlin’. I’ve gotta give it some good old Texan lovin’, so you brought this on yourself.”

He continued kissing over them, fingers tracing them while you couldn’t help but giggle and squirm, but also feel reassured. “Come on, handsome, I get the point.”

Beau still gave you an indignant look paired with a smirk— the stubborn bastard. “No can do, gorgeous. Can’t tear myself away from these. It’s like they’re magnetic.” He continued pressing kisses to them, chuckling under his breath.

His hands kneaded your hips, then rubbed comfortingly up and down your sides, humming at every press of his lips to your stretch marks as if he belonged there.

Beau kissed up your body, then nuzzled his nose against yours before pressing a slow kiss to your lips, covering your hand that came up to cup his cheek, your giggles dissolving into an identical hum. His lips were soft, and they felt like home. He was your home.

When he pulled back, Beau took your hand in his and pressed kisses to your knuckles this time, then every finger.

“I love every inch’a you, sugar.” He rumbled with a loving smile, brushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t you ever forget that, y’hear me?”

CJ BRAXTON

You and CJ were cuddling on the pull-out couch in your co-ed, your head tucked into the crook of his neck while his arms were around you like a koala. His hand rubbed up and down your side over your shirt, fingers lightly brushing your skin and tracing patterns.

It was no secret to anyone that CJ adored you so much it could give him a cavity with how sweet he was on you. He kept on looking down at you, a small smile on his face while he thought of how much of a lucky bastard he was.

His hand slipped under your shirt, not to initiate anything like sex but to just feel you closer, but his fingers brushed your stretch marks and he instantly felt your hand take his wrist, stopping him. That set him off into a world of worry.

“Woah, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, frowning as his eyes abandoned the movie, instantly locking on you. “Everything ok? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, it’s fine, just don’t wanna be touched there.” You murmured, kissing his cheek, but he didn’t believe that. His hand slowly lifted up your shirt, watching you for any signs of extreme discomfort, or even slight. But you didn’t stop him, so when he saw your stretch marks, he raised his eyebrows with a smile.

“Hey, there, beautiful.” He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over them. “Where have you been hiding?”

Wait, what? He didn’t mind?

“You don’t- you’re not grossed out, or you don’t hate them?” You asked, severely confused but hopeful. And slightly embarrassed that you immediately expected him to hate them.

CJ’s eyebrows raised to his hairline, and he kissed your forehead. “Being grossed out by these is like being grossed out when you get your period, and I love you even more when you’re on your period. I get to cuddle with you and love you. This right here just gives me an extra opportunity to show you how beautiful you are. These are normal. It’s a natural process, and I’m a nature guy.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.” He grinned, kissing you briefly but sweetly, and it melted all your nerves. He was controversially perfect, you thought, and that made you love him even more.

Damn him.

“Thank you.” You sighed, cupping his cheek. He responded with a smile and kissed the inside of your wrist, rubbing the marks on your skin with a grin on your face.

CJ looked down to the stretch marks, kissing you deeply. “Don’t you ever think anything about you makes you less than.” He murmured against your lips, hand coming up to cup your chin.

ALEC MCDOWELL

Alec McDowell, a cocky-ass son of a bitch. He knew it, everyone knew it, and he did well to remind everyone of it whenever he opened his goddamn mouth. However, he was your cocky-ass son of a bitch, because he was your boyfriend.

As he was a transgenic and you were a human, he’d heard of stretch marks but never seen them on a person because transgenics didn’t have bodily imperfections. It was practically impossible. So when you opened up to him about your insecurities about them, well, he was more than willing to comfort you even if he was inwardly confused as fuck.

You were beautiful. What was this nonsense?

“I don’t see anything that ain’t beautiful, if that’s what you’re asking.” He shrugged, being a little shit and acting as if your stretch marks didn’t exist. “In fact, I see some gorgeous tiger stripes. Absolutely stunning.”

The comparison had you chucking a throw pillow to him, which he caught, obviously. “Alec!”

Alec gave you a grin, setting the pillow aside and catching another one. “What, you’re telling me those things don’t look like tiger stripes? Come on, dollface. Be entirely honest.” He pointed at the stretch marks with a sexy smirk that would’ve had your knees weak not for the situation. “Tiger. Stripes. Cause you’re fierce. Majestic.”

“You’re actually crazy.” Despite yourself, you were grinning like a lovesick idiot.

“Crazy for you, baby.” He replied with a wink, setting the pillow aside before reaching the bed with his advanced speed, beginning to kiss your neck. “Now, about that body of yours…”

JASON TEAGUE

“Wait- hold on for a moment.” Jason raised an eyebrow, pulling back from kissing you senseless on your bed. “You saying ‘I wanna show you something’ wasn’t code for sex? Baby, we gotta make signals more clear.”

You lifted your shirt, showing Jason the marks around your stomach. His eyebrows raised slightly at them, and you bit your lip. “Is this ok with you?”

Is this ok?

Is this ok?

“Should it not be?” He raised his eyebrow with a small smile. “I’m not fazed by these, sweetheart. In fact, the fact that you have normal bodily reactions, that makes you more gorgeous to me. In fact, the knowledge that you breathe turns me on, because it’s normal.” You could practically taste the amusement in his words, and you swatted his shoulder with a laugh.

“Alright, I get it.” You pouted, and he let out a small ‘aww’ and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple. “I get it.”

Jason hummed, cupping your chin so he could turn it for a slow kiss. “Look, I’m gonna revert back to… seventh grade. I think. And I have no shame in it, especially not when I say that I think you’re really pretty. And I think you’re smart, and funny, and you have a killer body - that’s not seventh grade - but my point is that nothing about that bothers me. Ok? So don’t let it bother you, I don’t love you any less.”

©️ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐤 / 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨

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[starletdawn]

palces out of paragraphs

You sit on your bed eyes glued to your notes and your a sheet of paper. You had a 6 page essay coming up and it was worth 70% of your grade. You suddenly hear a knock. you jump from your bed. “Coming!” you say loudly expecting your parents back from their date night. As you open the door weirdly enough no one is there. You hear the knock again you turn around, and see your boyfriend Jason Dean waiting for you like a little puppy outside your bedroom window. For some reason he was obsessed with climbing your window this was honestly normal behavior for him. You quickly open the window and before you can say anything he goes into your room. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft kiss. “What are you doing here baby?” I say as I pull away softly. “Well, I’ve barely seen you today at school. Where have you been my love?” he responds “I’ve been working on my essay I want a really good grade,” I say softly. “Well, now that you’re done with your essay what should we do? I mean I saw your parents leave the house earlier and I was thinking we could…” He smirks now putting his hands on your hips. “There are still some things I still have to review for my test.” You sigh as you bite your lip nervously “And I don't want any distractions.” “C’mon let me stay darling” He pouts leaning in to your cheek giving it a gentle kiss. “Okay, but promise to not distract me.”Promise!” He says you go back to studying. He plays with my hair and fidgets with your cat plushie. “I don’t understand why you try so hard once we get married I’ll spoil you with everything you want.You won’t have to work for a day.” He remarked although you rolled eyes your heart flutter at the thought of you being more than just a highschool fling. “On second thought I would love a smart-ass as my lover” JD teases. After a few minutes you started getting frustrated and tired. Your hands starts hurting and you can barely keep your eyes open the worst part was that you weren’t even close to done. “You should take a break sweetheart” Jason says looking into your tired eyes “No, I can’t” I groan. “You’ll be able to get more done if you’re energized. “C’mon just take a short break and then you can go back to working.” ”Fine” You finally give in. You lay your head on his chest He caress your hair and cheek. “You’re so gorgeous my dear I could stare at you forever and never get tired. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words, his tender touch on my skin, His beautiful eyes all caused my body to relax and before I knew it I was in a deep slumber.

The cold breeze hits your arms goosebumps on your skin. You slowly open your eyes to complete darkness. You look over to your clock it’s 2:00am and Jason is no longer here. “He must’ve left” you thought to yourself. You quickly realized that you forgot to finish your essay you panic searching inside you backpack you find the essay and you suddenly realize It’s all done. All 6 pages filled with information you found a sticky note plastered to it. It read “I used all your notes and resources I tried my best to follow the prompt and use correct grammar I hope you like it my dear. Sincerely, JD” After reading through it. I was honestly surprised I knew Jason was smart (when it benefited him) but oh shit the essay was perfect. Despite his usual bad handwriting he wrote the essay in neat writing and honestly it looked like he put a lot effort into the paper for such short time. You put your essay back into the paper thinking about how lucky you were to have such a precious boyfriend.

This my first writing I’ve published so please be nice but feedback is welcome!!💗💗

[strange-birb]

Jensen Ackles is going to play ghost rider in the new movie so maybe once it's out you'll have cool audio for your Jason Todd ghost rider au thing? Cuz jensen voiced jason in under the red hood

I LOVE jensen ackles!! He is such a stud and I haven’t come across anything I dislike from him. When he came on the boys as soldier boy I lost it 😂 I sure hope there is some good audio! I really want him to play a live action Jason Todd especially case Jason Todd and dean winchester would be so alike 😂

[rotten-corpses-blog]

I’m a DILF Billy lover, it’s my red flag.

JUST LOOK AT THIS MAN OMFG HE AGED LIKE FINE WINE

anyways expect an upload in a few hours, I have been a productive little worm so I have two new fics lined up for y’all

[voidesart]

Stolen bag, stolen heart.

Pairing: Jason Dean x reader

Word count: 447 words

Warnings: none

Summary: while in a hurry, you accidentally steal a cute guy’s bag.

Fandom: Heathers (1989)

Type: fluff (?)

Authors note: first fanfic on my new account, WHOOO!!!!! Hope y’all enjoy!

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve looked where I was going.” You didn’t look at the person you bumped into, but it wasn’t hard to guess by his long black trench coat. You hadn’t even talked to him properly, this was technically your first time interacting with him. That didn’t mean you hadn’t noticed him though. Jason Dean was not that sore on the eye.

Both of yours bags had fallen onto the ground. Without giving it a second thought you quickly grabbed a bag and ran for to your class. You were already late and being late for class always resulted in a long talk about why being on time is one of the most important things as a human. You yelled another ‘sorry’ over your shoulder as you ran, making eye contact with Jason.

Before JD could react you were gone. His eyes followed your person as it entered the classroom, before he looked at the bag on the floor, noticing it wasn’t familiar. He groaned and crouched down to grab it, even though he had a free hour, he wasn’t keen on barging in a class to get his bag back.

As you entered the class you felt a difference in the weight you were carrying. You looked down and noticed that you weren’t carrying your own bag and let out a frustrated sigh. As you were about to turn around to find the owner again, you heard the teacher clear her throat. This really wasn’t great timing.

The class went by very slowly, but when it was finally over you almost ran out of there.

You quickly went towards the cafeteria looking for the guy in the trenchcoat, knowing he would want his bag back just like you wanted yours, when you heard footsteps coming from behind you, You turned around and kept your gaze focused on the bag in your hands.

“You’ve got my bag-“

“I know, I’m sorry! I should’ve just ran back towards you but the teacher didn’t allow me and-“

You were cut off with a soft chuckle, you looked at him in confusion.

“You know, you’ve said sorry more times then we’ve talked. You say that a lot don’t ya?” He said, you could hear the grin radiating from his sentence. Blushing from embarrassment you finally looked up at him, His blue-Green eyes meeting yours. “I feel it a lot.” You said with small smile.

“Well you should, you bump into me, steal my bag” he says, his grin turning into a smug smirk, “and I don’t even get to know your name.” You look at him, smile, and properly introduce yourself.

“A stunning name, for a captivating person.”

[how-very-salty]

tickle

oneshot for @sus1e0-blog

JD x Veronica, fluff and a little smutty

Veronica put the history book aside and turned to her side, looking at JD curiously. He was engrossed in his book, and it didn't seem to be a history book: the Civil War probably didn't interest him enough to make him stop paying attention to the world around him. That was good: she was just about to check something out. With a mischievous smile, she moved closer and ran her fingers lightly along his ribs. He jumped and almost dropped the book. Squinting excitedly, Veronica moved forward and slid her palm higher...

"Ronnie," JD shuddered and quickly grabbed her hand, "don't..."

"Should I stop?" with a fake pout, she pulled back to the other side of the bed. "You don't like me touching you?"

"I like it, it's just... um... whatever," he shrugged awkwardly. Veronica stared at him expectantly, tilting her head to the side. "Shit, just don't take offense, please! "

He seemed really worried... no, that was not the effect she wanted! Ronnie moved over to his side of the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck on the lips. And then another, just to be sure. JD breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his forehead against her shoulder.

"I'm not offended, I was just teasing you a little, okay?" she ruffled his hair gently. "Sorry." 

He lifted his head and the corners of his lips quivered and turned up, "I'll forgive you if you kiss me." 

"Blackmailer," Veronica rolled her eyes. Grabbing the collar of his t-shirt, she pressed her lips to his in an apologetic kiss. Smirking contentedly, JD pulled her onto his lap and ran his icy palms under her sweater. She bit his lip vengefully and pulled away. "You know, I'm actually not done yet..."

He gave her a questioning, slightly clouded look. Veronica smiled slyly and slid her fingers up his stomach, barely touching him. He tensed instantly and exhaled through clenched teeth. 

"You don't like it?" she bit her lip, watching the change in his face carefully. Her fingernails lightly scraped the skin above the waistband of his jeans and a short, half-stifled moan escaped JD's lips. The muscles in his abdomen tightened involuntarily.

"Please, Ronnie," there was a hoarse, pleading note in his voice that always turned her on. "Not like this..."

"Why?" she murmured, glancing playfully from under her lashes, and trailing her fingertips weightlessly along his hipbone. With a short exhale, JD arched up and pressed against her palm, trying to make the touch more intense. "Are you really ticklish?"

"I told you, I'm not ticklish," he frowned and tried to pull away, but Veronica snorted and pushed him down on the bed. Straddling his hips, she pulled his t-shirt up in one swift motion, exposing goosebumped skin. Her fingernails traced softly, barely touching, the line of his stomach. He moaned and pressed his back into the mattress. 

"Admit it and I'll stop this," Ronnie looked down at him mockingly with twinkling eyes....perhaps she was enjoying too much how easily he became helpless against her. "Come on, three words and it's over. It's easy!"

"I love you?" JD breathed out pitifully. She laughed out loud in surprise and tilted her head up. "Am I right?"

"It's sweet, but," she snorted, still giggling. Her fingers continued to stroke his stomach in a tickling motion, causing his breathing to fall out of rhythm. "Now I want to hear something else. Admit that you're ticklish!"

He shook his head sharply and, gritting his teeth, tried but failed to swallow another short moan. Her fingers brushed gently over his ribs on either side, making him shiver.

"I'm not ticklish," he murmured stubbornly, grabbing her wrists and pulling her suddenly against him. Veronica yelped and fell against his chest. "Baby, I'm stronger than you, so..."

He didn't have time to finish. She smiled smugly and reached up to touch the skin on his shoulder with her teeth. JD's eyes widened in surprise, and a soft, uncharacteristic squeak escaped his lips. 

"I could go on like this forever," she exhaled, deliberately teasing him with a touch of hot breath against his neck. A rough shudder ran through JD's body and he jerked, almost knocking her off him. "Wanna try me?"

"Damn it, Ronnie, why are you like this?" he finally gave in. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him with a doomed moan. 

"Like what?" she smiled contentedly, leaving a soft kiss on his shoulder where the reddish bite mark had been. 

"Terribly nasty," JD laughed, unable to stand it, and kissed the top of her head enthusiastically. "You know what? I'm really ticklish! Happy?"

"Very," Veronica giggled, giving him a sparkling look of amusement, "now I can make you do anything!"

"Actually, you could do without that," he said reproachfully, sighing and running his palm thoughtlessly down her back. Veronica tried to hide the shiver that ran through her body, but judging by the broad grin that spread across his face, it was no use. "Tell me something, darling..."

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[sawyerconfort]

HEATHERS MASTERLIST

What If...

What If Veronica, JD and Heather McNamara Were a Trio...

Young! Dean Reader x JD x Veronica x Heather Mac

The One With The Little Sister 

One More Trip 

Slipping Through My Fingers 

Veronica Sawyer

Dating Veronica Sawyer Would Include

Confessions with the Heathers Would Include

Enchanted | Veronica Sawyer X Fem!Reader 

Jason “JD” Dean

Say Cheese | JD x Fem! Reader 

Jason + Veronica

If I Am What You Choose | Veronica Sawyer x JD x Fem!Reader 

Heather Chandler

The Other Side | Heather Chandler x Fem!Reader 

Introvert | Heather Chandler x Neutral!Reader

[youaintnothinbuta]

Jd - “How’d you know it was me?”

Summary: you climb into Jd’s room after your horrible encounter with Kurt and ram in the cow pasture, crying.

Pairing: Jason ‘Jd’ Dean x reader

Warnings: murder plotting? Fluff? Idk it’s Jd what do you expect

Word count: 271

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Jd was woken from his midnight slumber by the familiar sound of his window being forced open, accompanied by muffled sniffles.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice had a slight rasp, not having spoken for a few hours prior.

Through your tears, you managed to mumble, “How’d you know it was me? What if I was a murderer or a robber?”feeling around the dark room as you made your way to his bed.

Chuckling softly, Jd replied, “Murderers don't usually break into houses whilst crying. What’s wrong?” Pulling you close to his chest, he gently brushed your hair away from your tear-streaked face. A hesitant sniffle escaped your nose as you mumbled, “Promise you won't get mad?”

I don’t do promises.

“I promise, baby.”

“Kurt an-and Ram. They— well the heathers called me and— they left me alone with—“ you choppily tried your best to explain what happened. Jd took a very deep breath, your head rising and falling with his body as he did so.

I’m going to kill them. Literally kill them.

“I’m sorry, baby, you can cry, it’s okay, you’re safe with me now.” Jd whispered, kissing the top of your head. You winced, letting yourself cry while being coddled in Jd’s arms. Eventually, you managed to regain control over your breathing, your sobs subsiding. Sniffing softly, you mustered the courage to make a simple request, “Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Yes, darling.”

Jd drew you even closer to his body, getting comfortable again to sleep with you in his embrace. You pressed your face against his chest and shut your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off into sleep.

[moxrocks]

“Our Love is God.”

A/N - This is based off of the Heathers musical JD, specifically Simon Gordon

Warnings - Mention of blood, guns, dead body’s

Pairing - Jason Dean x GN!reader

Maybe you weren’t in the best situation. A couple of your classmates lay dead on the ground beside your feet. The forest around you was silent, not even the crickets threatened to chirp. Or maybe it was all drowned out by your hearts heavy beating in your ears. The night sky was covered in clouds, no stars daring to show their faces to such an atrocity playing out under them. The feint smell of gun powder floats in the air, like an aftertaste that you can’t decide is good or not. You stared down at the corpses of your colleagues, a blank face hiding the rushing thoughts in your head. It wasn’t like they didn’t deserve it but your mind couldn’t stop racing.

Oh god what have I done?

I’m going to get caught 

I’m going to hell

I’m going to throw up

My head is spinning 

Oh god oh god oh god

Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK-

“-Hey.” 

You jump as you feel a hand grasp your forearm, tearing your gaze from the bodies. As soon as you lock eyes with him your head slows and your breathing regulates, his hand never leaving your arm. He was close enough so that you could smell his signature scent of cheep cologne and old books. He was a monster. The manic, crazy gleam in his dark eyes. His pupils blown to an impossible size and god forbid the smirk resting on his lips after committing such violent acts. Even in the cloak of night you could see the blood splattered on his face slowly drying to his skin. But if he was a monster you had to be a demon. Blood was splattered on your clothed as well. The sticky substance in between your fingers and caked into your nails. The loaded gun lying on the ground beside your converse. Your bloody converse. The one he was so kind to lend you. You didn’t feel sorry and neither did he. You were truly horrible people.

“You’re always in your own head, the things I would do to know what you’re thinking.” He cups your cheek with his bloody hand, running his thumb along your cheek. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and relax under his touch. Your eyes flutter closed as you try to ground yourself. JD made it so easy, almost like he was a walking Prozac. He could say the same thing about you as well. As you open your eyes his gaze softened. He takes a second to take you in as if you could disappear at any moment before leaning in and capturing your lips in his.

The feint sweet taste of cherry slush on his lips was addicting though his kisses were never freezing nor cold. God no. They were hot and full of passion. You’ve never gotten used to it. Every kiss makes your knees weak and your hands shake, it’s almost like you forget yourself and the only thought in your head is him. Akin to a brain freeze, his kiss was the only thing to stop your racing thoughts. Froze you completely in the moment. You could stay that way forever if you could and he would too. Your arms snake around his neck to pull him in closer as one of his hands grabs your hip to do the same. You felt alive, you felt unstoppable, and it was all because of him. 

As you pull away clarity sets in. You weren’t monsters. Maybe you were in the best situation. There’s a necessary evil that has to be done to make the world a better place and you were the ones to do it. Burdened with the responsibility of changing the world and turning the hierarchy on its head. No. You weren’t monsters. You were gods. 

“Our love is god.”

[m3ntally-unstable]

Okay I love most tropes but “perfectly awesome relationship ruined by toxic best friend spreading fake news to both sides” THAT SHIT HITS DIFFERENT. ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY GET BACK TOGETHER IN THE END

[starrysoup47]

JD X VERONICA FLUFF FANFIC

inspired by: @maybeimamuppet dream from literally 3 years ago.

This work of art(/sar) is made by three years of me. I have changed a lot since each update, each sentence, each word, was made in a different year. I kept on forgetting or putting it off, BUT ITS OUT NOW AND ITS SO WORTH IT(kidding)

anyway

enjoy!!!!!

accordion: by me!

Veronica was sitting at her desk, writing the latest troubles of the heathers, per usual, but this night was different, tonight was Valentine’s Day. Veronica thought that JD would stop by, after all he is her boyfriend, but no. Veronica was spending her Valentine’s day alone. Her parents left while she was at school, resulting in a dish of pâté on the kitchen counter with a note that read:

‘Dad and I are leaving for Valentine’s Day weekend! Enjoy some pâté sweetie!’

- mom’

Veronica actually didn’t mind, she had JD, until she didn’t. Veronica lost hope and closed her notebook, turned off her light.

Veronica picked up the blue satin pajamas she set out for herself and changed. Sitting on her bed, she heard ruffling in the bushes.

“What the hell?” Veronica mutters. She watches in horror as the window opens, on its own, or that it seems.

“JD??” Veronicas hands go over her mouth in shock.

He smirks, then throws his trench coat in. Veronica hears sounds of an accordion.

“Jason Dean, why the fuck do you have an accordion?” Veronica questions, but JD ignores her. He begins to play the tune of Careless Whisper by George Michael. Veronica gasps, in awe, as he sits in her tree and plays the renowned tune.

Veronica awkwardly sways along. JD jumps in after he finishes the last few notes.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Roni! I love you so much, you mean everything to me. I learned the accordion just for you.” JD says, as he places the accordion down on Veronica’s blue carpeting.

Veronica blushes and laughs.

“I thought you forgot about me.”

“Never, Babe. I just had to get the chords figured out, thats all!”

The two chuckle and hug. JD kisses Veronica’s cheek and grabs her hand.

“Want some paté?” Veronica smiles

“No.” JD laughs. He proceeds to walk her back to her bed to tuck her in.

“Goodnight, my lovely girlfriend.”

“Goodnight, Jason Dean.”

JD curls up next to her as the two doze off.

THE END YAAYYYYYY. This is painfully bad, I apologize. Like I mentioned previously, this is an accumulation of many different years. I know it may not seem that way since it’s horrible and looks like it was done in like ten minutes. Unfortunately though, I kept on forgetting, then remembering, then forgetting. I knew though it was my goal to finish one day, and I did. Good things take time guy trust!! Anyways. Please don’t hate 😕